State of the Garden
One red and one yellow cherry tomato were ripe this morning. The first of the season in my garden. Just in time for the solstice. It should come as no surprise that I ate them before I had a chance… (READ MORE)
One red and one yellow cherry tomato were ripe this morning. The first of the season in my garden. Just in time for the solstice. It should come as no surprise that I ate them before I had a chance… (READ MORE)
Walking home after another 11-hour work day.
Some mornings when I sit for meditation, the goddess incarnated as cat decides it is time for a twenty minute belly rub. Though I might do so meditatively and though her name is Uma, it is not quite meditating.
Just as I by complete coincidence was making ghee, the mail carrier misdelivered my neighbor’s Time magazine. The debates will no doubt continue. We hunger for simplistic rules that apply equally to all. So much easier than conscious and responsible… (READ MORE)
Uma was indifferent to it, but my friend H thought the tat soi I’d picked within the half hour was better than catnip.